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Oh! The heat, The heat I must beat. 101° in my seat. It isn't tasting sweet. The sweat! Poor little pet. I am not wet, yet. And I will not forget. The wind! For I will not be blind. To the bindings I find. So I am kind Breathe Tent! So I can hear you shuffle. And I can say kerfuffle, I will dispose the waffle!
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Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 4:15 PM UTC
The Breathing Tent
Oh! The heat, The heat I must beat. 101° in my seat. It isn't tasting sweet. The sweat! Poor little pet. I am not wet, yet. And I will not forget. The wind! For I will not be blind. To the bindings I find. So I am kind Breathe Tent! So I can hear you shuffle. And I can say kerfuffle, I will dispose the waffle!
Sweater weather
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Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 4:15 PM UTC
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